Today was a longer day and at last, there have been a few hills. We are beginning to see thatched cottages and little redbrick villages as we travel along. Sticking to our 'two stop' plan we had decided to stop on the outskirts of Leicester and in Rugby. With hind sight, we didn't choose towns that showed the best the area had to offer. Leicester was as expected but, had we waited a little longer the villages turned rather chocolate box with pretty little pubs. Rugby on the other hand, was terrible. It seems to be an intersection of lots of noisy, busy roads and the town centre was very dull-we tried to get food but apart from pubs everything was closing. Even the faithful old Asda cafe let us down so we bought some sandwiches and ate them in the car park.
After those stops, it was full steam ahead to Stratford. Dad had booked a meal for 8pm so there was no time to waste. After briefly getting lost in a teeny tiny village we managed to pick up The Foss (another of those good old Roman roads) and cross the motor way. We made it to the youth hostel by 7.30, phoned the restaurant to push back our time to 8.30, washed, made our beds, booked a taxi and headed on out.
Tea was worth the rush and after a leisurely walk back we had a drink in the hostel bar.
The rest day was just what we needed. We had a look around the town and went on a boat cruise up the river. The guide had read one too many Horrible Histories for my liking but being on the boat was pleasant enough. Back to the youth hostel for a quick change, tea and then off to the theatre to see As You Like It. It was brilliant, we both had forgotten how good the theatre can be and left on a high.
As Corin butchered a rabbit during the interval it did make you think; was this a skill he had on his CV or one learnt for the part?
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